Chapter 173: Eroica (9)

Chapter 173: Eroica (9)

Chapter 173 Eroica (9)

The security guards rushed in and subdued the man in an instant.

What are you doing?

Henri Marso jumped up and thrust his face forward.

I was trying to help.

Help? What help? You almost got me shot!

I pushed him away when he tried to fire the gun, but it seemed that was more dangerous.

Are you hurt?

Hmph. Im not going to be hurt by a scum like him.

Henri Marso brushed off his hands as if nothing had happened. He took off his coat and threw it away with a disgusted expression, as if something dirty had stuck to it.

He reached out his hand and Arsen tried to hand him a wet tissue, but at the same time, Michelle rushed in.

What, what are you doing!

Marso was startled and tried to push her away, but Michelle said nothing and buried her face in his chest.

At first, Marso was flustered, but soon he stroked her back.

I was worried that their relationship would be exposed, but on the other hand, I felt warm in my heart, wondering how much he had been worried.

Its okay.

Marsos touch and gaze were tender as he checked if he was injured.

He looked affectionate.

Ouch!

Marso, who was soothing her with his lovely touch, took a clean hit to his abdomen.

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It was a neat body blow.

Are you crazy? What do you think you are? Why did you step in? What if you got hurt!

Hey

Marso groaned and leaned on her, and Michelle hugged him with tears in her eyes.

By the way, I wondered why he, who was skilled enough to subdue the gunman in a flash, couldnt avoid my shove and Michelles punch.

Damn it. Damn it!

The man who was restrained on the floor kicked and screamed.

Stay still!

What are you angry about? You did well?

Dont you feel sorry for the kid?

Damn bastard.

What kind of bastard is this. Are you even human?

Everyone in the gallery spat out a word, but their eyes were full of hatred only for Henri Marso.

Its all his fault!

The man shouted.

He. He took everything from me. He had everything since he was born, and how can he be so cruel!

The man couldnt give up, no matter how unfair he felt.

You threw away your pride and everything. Because youre not as great as him! You praised his work and did whatever he asked you to do! How could you do that to me! Are you even human?

I dont know this person.

Im just guessing from what hes saying now, but he seems to have given up his path as an artist because he had no talent, and he spent his time criticizing Henri Marso and other peoples works.

I dont know what Henri Marso asked him to do, but it must have been something related to SNBA.

And he cheated with the Antermittang system and resented Henri Marso for trying to correct his mistake.

Did he kill someone?

I too. I wanted to be like you. I wanted to be a recognized artist like you! But I couldnt! I knew I couldnt, so I helped you with the association work! Have you ever thought about how ordinary people who cant be like you live?

Henri Marso plugged his ears.

What are you talking about, you trash.

The police arrived late, but Henri Marso raised his hand to stop them.

Whatever reason you have, youre still a criminal.

He was right.

No matter what his past or reason was, it was a fact that he threatened many people and took a child hostage.

And ordinary people dont pity themselves so much.

You made me like this. If it wasnt for you, if you hadnt pushed me, this wouldnt have happened!

Henri Marso snickered.

Dont you feel sorry for yourself?

What?

Dont you feel sorry for yourself, blaming everything on others?

Henri Marso propped up the mans chin with the tip of his shoe.

The man writhed at the insulting act, but it was useless.

You threw away your pride? Is that so hard?

Ugh!

Throwing away is easy.

There was no compassion or sympathy in Marsos voice. Only contempt.

You want to be a recognized artist? Then you have to draw. You wrote instead because you thought you couldnt, and when that didnt work, you leech off others. What do you want?

A successful painter is not a finished point or stage, but a process. How can he say that he failed, that he cant do it, after trying for a limited time?

He cant insult Henri Marso by bringing up his old dream.

Its an insult to Matisses success, which is serious about art more than anyone, to attribute it to talent and environment.

Im not denying that he had innate talent and enjoyed a rich environment.

Not everyone can be like Henri Marso.

But I can paint what I want to paint.

Do you think you would get more recognition if I wasnt here? Huh? Do you think so if there was no one more famous than you?

Henri Marso growled.

No way. Even if all the painters in the world died and you were the only one left, you wouldnt be recognized with that kind of mindset.

The Muslim boy Vida Rabani listened to Henri Marsos words with fear and pain.

He didnt have money to buy a pastel.

He was lucky if he could eat breakfast, let alone a paintbrush.

His house was full of mold and pests, so it was better to be outside.

Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night by someones scream. There were robberies on the street day and night.2)

He didnt know how hard the scary man lived.

Did he have no money either?

Did he have no talent either?

But Henri Marso still said he should have painted.

His words were a comfort to Vida Rabani.

The boy who felt guilty for his own self, who even considered wanting to paint a luxury.

Because he had no money or talent.

But Henri Marso said he should love painting in any environment, and he should value himself.

He felt like he didnt have to give up painting.

Even if he had no pastels, no money to buy paper, Vida Rabani wanted to paint. Henri Marsos words were his salvation.

Are you okay?

Michelle, who had a face, approached Vida Rabani.

Uh, yes

Are you kidding? Your wound is serious.

Ah!

We cant do this. Lets go to the hospital with my sister.

Ah, no.

The boy shook his head. He couldnt afford the hospital bill because he couldnt get medical insurance benefits.

She noticed that and lied casually.

If you get involved in this, the country will treat you. Didnt you know?

Huh?

My sister will take care of it, so you just need to get treated. Can you stand up?

Yes

Lets go.

Wait, wait a minute.

Vida Rabani looked around anxiously. He found the child who helped him and approached him.

Hey.

Go Hoon turned around. He felt sorry to see the burn on his jaw.

Are you okay? You should go to the hospital soon.

Uh, yeah. He said he would take me.

Go Hoon turned his head and met Michelles eyes. He felt relieved. She seemed to take good care of the boy.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Vida Rabani took out the candy he had in his pocket.

He wondered if he would feel bad for giving him free candy, but he wanted to give him something for helping him in that situation where even the adults were scared.

Go Hoon smiled and picked up the candy Vida Rabani handed him.

Ill enjoy it.

His smile was so bright that he felt relieved.

The two heroes he met today took a deep place in the boys heart.

****

You dont know how powerless a blank canvas makes a person.

Many painters feel fear when they stand in front of a blank canvas.

On the other hand, a blank canvas is afraid of passionate and serious painters.

Even if life seems empty and worthless, even if it seems meaningless, a person who has confidence, strength, and passion knows the truth and does not easily lose. He faces difficulties, works, and moves forward. In short, he resists and moves forward.

From a letter Vincent van Gogh sent to his brother Theo van Gogh in October 1884.

Translated excerpt source:

Vincent van Gogh,Van Gogh, Letters of the Soul, translated by Shin Seong-rim, Wisdom House (1999), p. 115

2)Vida Rabanis house is in Butte Montmartre district.

It is where the Montmartre hill where Vincent van Gogh stayed for a while, and where many Hindu-speaking people live.

The security is not good.